Escape the Island of Eldritch Lust

by Amanda Clover

  Smoke billows form the urn. You drop it reflexively and shield your face with your arms. Laughter boils into the room, thundering as the smoke filling the ceiling like violet storm clouds. The glow lamps flicker and explode with the raw power crackling through the room. You risk a glance and see a sensuous mouth takes shape among the clouds. Eyes of glaring golden light open above the mouth, and the disembodied lips grin.

  “AT LAST!” the voice booms. “FREED! FREED AFTER AGES IN THAT ACCURSED VESSEL! A CHANCE TO STRETCH THE MAGNIFICENCE OF MY FORM!"

  The tower creaks, the walls straining against the smoky form.

  “AND WHO DO I HAVE TO THANK FOR MY FREEDOM?” Those eyes fix you with their stare and you tremble beneath its attention. “WHAT'S THIS? A MORTAL! SO IT WAS YOU!”

  Now you’ve done it. This could only be one thing. A djinn. Ancient, legendary things of terrifying power from the lands of Thoth. Impervious to steel and all but the mightiest of magics.

  “WHAT IS YOUR NAME, MORTAL?”

  “P-Penelope,” you gasp.

  “PENELOPE! YOU HAVE FREED ME, AND YOU SHALL KNOW THAT I! DITH’ATAR, HAVE MADE AN OATH LONG AGO! AFTER A HUNDRED YEARS WITHIN THAT JAR I SWORE THE ONE WHO FREED ME WOULD BE GIVEN A GIFT OF GOLD! AFTER TWO HUNDRED, I SWORE A GIFT OF SERVITUDE! AFTER THREE, I SWORE TO THEM A GIFT OF KNOWLEDGE! AND AFTER FOUR, I SWORE A GIFT OF FLESH!”

  You swallow thickly. “Oh, I… don’t need much.”

  “THESE GIFTS ARE TO BE GIVEN, GIRL! BUT I AM PLEASED BY YOUR FORM! YOU ARE NOT LIKE THE ONES WHO USUALLY WOULD FREE ME. FAT AND SMALL MEN. WITHERED WIZARDS AND PORTLY SULTANS! BY THE SANDS OF THERRIN AHTH I’M SICK OF THEM! BUT YOU!” Those terrible eyes grow larger, tinting red with lust. “YOU HAVE THE SHAPE WHICH MORRIGANA HERSELF WOULD ENVY. LIPS OF THE FAIREST ROSE AND SKIN LIKE THE GOLD OF THALAMAT!

  “A FORM SUCH AS YOURS DESERVES A PLACE IN THE HAREM OF THE GOD KINGS! INDEED! YOUR SHAPE PLEASES ME MORTAL ONE. SO I GIVE YOU A CHOICE OF THESE GIFTS! CHOOSE! AND KNOW THAT SHOULD YOU NOT, I WILL GRANT YOU THE LAST OF MY GIFTS.” The lips in the smoke smile wider, and you perceive to your horror jagged teeth within that maw. “THE LAST. THE GIFT OF DEATH!”

  Which of the djinn’s gifts do you choose?

  The gift of gold

  The gift of knowledge

  The gift of servitude

  The gift of flesh

  Attack

  You have a healthy respect for the danger posed by the enticing scent of the pleasure whip’s flower, but you are not afraid of it. It’s huge and sinister and it is still just a plant. You have everything you need to deal with an overgrown plant in the alchemy kit given to you by your sister.

  You tear a strip of cloth from the hem of your skirt and stuff it up your nostrils. It seems to work, filtering out most of the aroma of the flower and limiting the effect the perfume is having on your thoughts. You crouch down and rummage in your backpack, taking out a glass decanter and the ingredients necessary to concoct a flambeau. The simple flame potion should set fire to the vines.

  As you measure out and pour the ingredients, you are well aware that the vines are beginning to stir by the dozens. The rasping of their fibrous bodies, one over the other, is a distraction as you carefully drip glycerus into your decanter. One drop misses the glass and crackles and smokes as it lands beside your boot. A vine slithers close and you shift away from it. You drip the last bit of glycerus into the decanter and swirl the liquid.

  The vines are close in on you. Some of them are behind you now.

  You yank the strip of cloth from your nostrils and stuff half of it into the liquid in the decanter. You spark your flint wheel with your other hand and ignite the cloth. You stand up, say a prayer, and hurl the decanter full of liquid next to the fountain.

  The decanter smashes onto the vines and burning liquid spreads over them in a wave. The vines begin to writhe and smoke. The entire mass thrashes with the death throes of those vines caught directly in the flames. They try to pull out of the fire and only manage to spread it to other vines. After a few seconds, nearly a third of the pleasure whip is in flames and only the water from the fountain is protecting the huge flower.

  Some of the vines are already blackened and lifeless. You run over them, the burned plants crunching under your boots as you escape from the courtyard. The smell of the burned vines seems to dispel any trace of the flower’s magic. A few of the vines untouched by the flames lash out at you as you pass nearby, but you avoid them easily and escape from their reach.

  You are relieved to be free from the courtyard, but you are not out of the garden yet. The dismal maze of brambles closes in once more as you try to continue towards the manor.

  CONTINUE >

  Wait

  You are torn between listening to your sister’s warnings and listening to your pounding heart’s desire. You hesitate, not following Alyssa deeper into the brothel, but not wanting to depart either.

  “What is wrong, huntress?” The gorgeous succubus asks.

  “It’s… ahhhh…”

  He violet eyes are so pretty. She takes your hands and moans, “Come onnnnn.”

  She bounces impatiently on her feet, her large breasts jiggling with her movements and inviting your gaze. Her tail lashes against her wide hip and down her thigh like the annoyed flick of a cat’s tail. You look away from her luscious breasts, bouncing so invitingly, but averting your gaze only leads to you staring at Alyssa’s delicate, glistening cunt. You feel a nearly overwhelming urge to drop to your knees and thrust your tongue into that forbidden furrow.

  You slowly take a step back from Alyssa. She follows you as you stammer, “It’s just… um… that you are a succubus… and so beautiful… and…”

  “You’re a bitch that can’t be trusted,” interjects Kara, stepping between you and the succubus. Your sister grabs a handful of one of Alyssa’s breasts and shoves the succubus away. Anger flashes in her violet eyes.

  “You have a nasty mouth, huntress!” Alyssa snarls. “I’ll tame it yet!”

  She knocks Kara’s hand aside and grabs your sister by the back of her white mane of hair. Kara cries out in surprise, fumbling for a weapon, and Alyssa strikes with a forceful kiss. Kara stiffens in the succubus’s embrace. Alyssa presses her naked curves against your sister and you feel a jealous thrill of lust. Kara resists Alyssa for only a moment before she seems to accept the embrace. Her hands even slowly move to Alyssa’s shapely hips. They begin to kiss each other passionately, their lips sliding, mouths opening wide, and tongues twisting together in a sloppy, slippery embrace.

  “Kara,” you gasp, mesmerized by the wanton display, “what are you doing?”

  Kara breaks the kiss and moans to you, “Her lips are exquisite. Her kiss is divine. You must embrace her, Penny.”

  Kara beckons. Alyssa turns to you once more and invites you into an embrace with open arms and heaving bosom. You cannot resist, stumbling into the soft warmth of Alyssa’s arms. She wraps you up tightly and pulls you against her tits.

  “Oh!” You cry. “Are you sure this is… oh… you’re so warm!”

  Her lips are on yours in a moment, her eyes seeming to glow as her sweet mouth opens and her tongue invades your mouth. You feel an intense welling of pleasure that seems to flow from your body and into Alyssa.

  Of course, this is a succubus kiss! You have read of such things. But reading it and knowing it firsthand are two entirely different things. You know she is feeding on your essence, perhaps only a tiny bit. You know the kiss is dangerous. And you know, with the greatest certainty of all, that you cannot stop her. She drinks your sweet pleasure in a long kiss before finally pulling her lips away. She leaves you flushed and gasping, your body hot for more of her intimate touch.

  “Would you like to see my bedroom now?” She asks, taking your hand.

  “Oh, yes,” you gasp.

  “Would you like to join us as well, Kara?” Alyssa asks, offering her other hand to your sister.

  “Yes, please,” says Kara with exciteme
nt as she takes Alyssa’s hand.

  The demoness holds your hand and your sister’s hand as she walks you past her whores and through the curtained archway. You step into a much darker hallway cast in deep, red light. At the end of this hallway, she opens a door and leads you into a sumptuous, crimson-draped bedroom with golden lanterns and a massive bed piled with cushions.

  The door clicks shut behind you. Tapestries on the wall depict unearthly scenes of erotic pleasure, many incorporating demons into the sexual acts. You know these images should serve as warnings, but the lurid imagery only stokes your lust. Alyssa's scent is thick in the air, as if your face is pressed between her thighs already and you are breathing her spice-tinged musk. It nearly makes you cry out with your desire. Beside you, Kara seems no less smitten by the demoness.

  Alyssa turns to face you both. She is silhouetted by a lantern, her lavender hair falling down to her shoulders, her demonic wings spread and her horns lit with the lantern’s glow so that she seems even more demonic. The erotic details of her naked body are mostly hidden in shadow, but her eyes glow with violet light. You want to fall to your knees before her and worship at her altar of pleasure.

  “You are both so overdressed,” says Alyssa softly. The note of disappointment in her words is enough to drive your hands into feverish action. You drop your heavy pack, toss your guns to the floor, and unbuckle your sword belt. Beside you, Kara is just as eagerly removing her own clothing. You are both rushing to satisfy the demoness, but it still feels like an eternity under Alyssa’s glowing gaze.

  Finally, you stand plump and pale and naked beside Kara. Your sister is tan in places and pale in others, with a toned, battle-scarred body, curves more lean and pert than your own, that nevertheless holds all the charms to match her beautiful face.

  “Quite a pair,” says Alyssa, seeming to float towards you without touching the floor. “Lovely huntresses, both for me. I am so fortunate.”

  “We are the lucky ones,” gasps Kara as Alyssa caresses her cheek.

  The succubus strokes your shoulder up to your cheek as well, cradling your face. Her touch tingles against your skin. You cannot help but agree with your sister. “We are blessed by your attention, Alyssa.”

  She wraps an arm around each of you and pulls you snug against the softness of each of her breasts. You gasp with desire as her naked warmth caressed you. She kisses you again, teasing you with her tongue before turning to Kara and sharing the same pleasure. Alyssa draws you to her enormous bed, pulling you and Kara both into her arms. Her breasts are so perfectly lovely against your merely human mounds; her nipples are thick and hard and stoke pangs of pleasure in your eager body as she rubs her tits against yours.

  She thrusts her hand between Kara’s muscular thighs and pleasures your sister with her demonically talented fingers. Kara coos and gasps with pleasure. Alyssa’s tail slithers up your sister’s flat abdomen and winds around and between your sister’s pert breasts. This purple serpent constricts your sister’s breasts, darkening them both with trapped blood and making Kara’s small nipples swell up. The tip of Alyssa’s tail thickens from a spade into a small cup with a glistening opening that captures one of Kara’s nipples and seems to suckle like a tiny mouth.

  “Ahhhhhhh!” Kara wails with pleasure and arches against the succubus. Her body brushes against yours and you instinctively reach out and stroke a hand on your sister’s rolling hip. Alyssa’s hungry mouth presses to your lips and her tongue stirs your fevered lust as her thigh grinds and fucks between your legs. Alyssa’s shapely thigh feels so wonderful, each flex and push better than any penetrating thrust as her smooth, hot flesh strokes your clit.

  “Ohhhh, Alyssa,” you cry into her kiss. Her fingers tangle in your hair and she yanks your head back to run her tongue down your throat. Her kiss descends to your breasts, her tongue hot and her sucking mouth eager for your plump nipples.

  You and Kara seem to suffer another orgasm almost simultaneously as you both buck your bodies against the succubus. Alyssa laughs with sensual delight, sucking powerfully on your nipple and fucking your fluttering cunt with her thrusting thigh.

  Your entire body is aflame with pleasure. You cannot imagine greater peaks of ecstasy, but you find an even more wonderful purpose between Alyssa’s ample thighs. You are joined by Kara as you kneel between Alyssa’s legs and both pleasure the demoness with your tongues. Alyssa’s delicious nectar flows hotly into your mouth, her clit stands out beneath your tongue, and Kara’s kiss is never far away. You forget all inhibitions and share the sweetness of Alyssa’s cunt with your sister in a tongue, tangling embrace.

  “Look at you,” moans Alyssa, cradling you and Kara both as you lap at her cunt. “Such sisterly love. Such warmth and passion. Oh, I think you will both be so happy here.”

  “Yesss,” you moan.

  “Oh, yes, we want to stay,” cries Kara.

  You surrender the last of your self-control to your raging desires. You ride atop the succubus’s face and cum with her serpentine tail violating your tight anus. You suck your sister’s little nipples as Alyssa pleasures Kara with fingers and tongue. You lose track of who you are licking, kissing, sucking, or thrusting your fingers into. In the drunken madness of the pleasure, you feel a cock enter you and realize the succubus has summoned this to heighten the pleasure. You take her seed upon your ass and cry with fresh delight as Kara and the demoness lick up every drop.

  You cum again and again, growing more in love with your sister and the demoness with each passing explosion of pleasure. At last, with Kara sucking upon your nipple and her finger in your ass, Alyssa takes you with a kiss that seems to draw you deeper and deeper. You realize what is happening – that your souls I being devoured – and you cry out with wordless joy into Alyssa’s hungry mouth.

  There is a last exquisite ripple of ecstasy as your soul separates from the withered husk of your body. That useless vessel falls aside to be discarded as your gleaming essence plunges into the warm darkness of Alyssa’s eternal promise.

  “Goodbye, sweet huntress,” she calls as if from a great distance. “This is not the end.”

  You are freed and reborn. You emerge with new eyes and new purpose from a pulsing violet heart within a strange cave. Alyssa is there to greet you.

  “Your new life begins, my sweet Penelope,” she says, taking your hand. Lingerie wraps your ample curves. You feel a throbbing lust that surges at Alyssa’s touch. “You will serve my customers here in my brothel for all of eternity. You belong to me.”

  “Yes, mistress,” you say, smiling gladly. The thought of serving Alyssa and the customers are all that matters to you now. Your quest, the Great One, and your mother have all been forgotten.

  "Look, your sister emerges as well," purrs Alyssa, pointing to the glowing violet heart. A human shape darkens the radiant essence and slowly slips out of the energy. Your sister has never looked more beautiful. Her body is free of scars and evenly pale. Her eyes are bright and tinted violet-gold.

  “Sister,” you cry, catching her in your arms as she drops from the heart into the cave. You embrace her and kiss her with the desire of a lover.

  “Oh, Penny, it is so good to see you,” she says, her lingerie-wrapped body so lovely against your own.

  Alyssa embraces you both and says, “My lovely huntresses. You will serve me now and forever.”

  “Yes, mistress,” you and Kara joyfully cry.

  You and your sister have been consumed by the succubus. You are now, and will forever be, whores in the Palace of Crimson Silk.

  CONTINUE >

  Attack

  You go for your flintlocks. Your hands feel the smooth wood of the handles and tighten about them.

  Something pricks your neck. You gasp, instinctively slapping your hand to the spot. You stagger at so weak a blow. Your fingers feel thick and bloated. They fumble for the thing and you pull it free. For a moment you stare, uncomprehending at the feathered dart in your hand. But realization dawns.

  “N-
no,” you moan as you feel the drug take effect. Your knees shake and give way, spilling to the ground. Your skull feels too small for your brain, like it’s pushing your eyes out of the sockets. You groan, watching as the wugs approach. Some bend over Kara, laid out not far. Their feet surround you, and darkness claims you.

  Your eyes open to the bleary sight of the forests passing you by. You look down and see the hunched shapes of the wugs bearing your form. Your eyes slide shut again.

  You feel a change in the air and force your eyes open. A wide clearing where mud huts squat like mushrooms at the feet of bloated trees. The scent of the sea is strong. The scent of corruption stronger. You blink, but when your eyes open it’s to see a huge wooden building looming over you. Your gaze is hazy, and you sleep again.

  When next you wake, it is to something cool pressed against your brow. You moan, your head lolling to the side, your eyes fluttering open. A leering skull swims in your vision. You gasp, but then you see it’s merely a painted shape on the face of a wug. The strange creature is bending over you. You see he is holding some of your white hair.

  “M-mmn.” Weakly you try and swat the offending hand. The wug glances down at you, then releases your hair and stands. He croaks something, and you see a woman walk into view.

  She is naked but for dark tattoos which crawl over her skin like tentacles. A cloak draped her shoulders and her breasts swell from her chest. She has dusky skin and her nipples are black and veiny. She kneels, and a creamy scent wafts over you.

  “I am Salara,” the woman says. “Do not struggle, my goddess.”

  The familiar words and their patient tone soothes your addled mind. You do not resist as she helps you sit up. Your eyes pass over the interior of the building without comprehension. You see other women, but they don’t see you. Their eyes are vague, their nudity apparent as they squat atop stools, their arms bound behind them, their stomachs swollen and painted with whorls. Huge breasts dribble cream into waiting buckets.